Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
Didn't tell you no. [His retort was whip-quick, good-natured humor and raised eyebrows. Graham knew it wouldn't be easy to dissuade her from dragging him out into the rain, and really, a part of him acknowledged that he would give in eventually. A part of him wanted to, much as he might claim otherwise; the familiarity of her smile and the way she delighted in something as simple as rain played a role in that. But she didn't need to know. It was true that he'd gotten fond of her before she changed her hair color, before he started noticing just how much she looked like his Lorelei, but maybe her thinking he was humoring her because of her sister was for the best.
He shook his head, fond exasperation and lingering amusement.] Not worried about getting hurt. [Outwardly, he gave no reaction to her fingers slipping through his belt loop, but inwardly he was surprised, shock-still and a swooping sensation in his stomach that he insisted on ignoring. His gaze flickered down, once, briefly, and in that moment he had a choice; insist on staying back, make a fuss, or give in.
It wasn't much of a decision.
He listened, and he relented.] I remember. [Because he did. Home, in the early days, when he and Lorelei were young and carefree and had their whole lives ahead of them.] Alright. Just a few seconds. [He followed her gaze when she looked over her shoulder, but he didn't linger. He was glad Shane was having fun, but he knew what he'd have to say about this.] See that. [His smile widened into a rare grin when she whispered in his ear, and he laughed.] Wouldn't bet on it. Shane's as stubborn as I am.